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In Guildford Street, great London Town,
Is a Nursery, bigger than ever has been : When each child grows up and leaves its walls,
Another new baby that day is seen In the Foundling cots. Each little babe
Has no baby sister or baby brother, And never shall know the anxious care
And tender touch of a loving mother. But "Our Father," who gives their "daily bread"
To all of His creatures, caused kindly men To build this home for famishing babes
From many a poverty-stricken den: And here they are fed, and clothed, and taught,
And lift their voices in prayer and praise; And here every Sunday the people flock
To hear the Anthem the Foundlings raise.
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